The nobility of Vissarion's self-sacrifice at once appealed to me, and I felt that I, too, should like to have a hand in the upholding of such a land and such a people.

They both deserved freedom.

When Vissarion handed me the completed deed of sale I was going to tear it up; but he somehow recognized my intention, and forestalled it.

He held up his hand arrestingly as he said: "I recognize your purpose, and, believe me, I honour you for it from the very depths of my soul.

But, my friend, it must not be.